I never think when I float these things out here than anybody other than my closest friends and my Mom read this, but I was wrong.

Today, I got an e-mail from the PR firm that represents them in Washington apologizing to me for the guy at the counter. I have to give them mega praise for doing that. They didn’t have to do that. I mean, who the hell am I? Just some liberal conservative misfit who rants and likes the well-honed art of the open letter. I never thought anybody took it seriously.

However, this really nice girl I e-mailed back and forth with assured me they would work to better train their employees on how to behave, say, in a case like mine where the box is laden with lots of delicious organic vegetables to make an epic salad that is to be heartily enjoyed.

I assured her I would still be going to Organic to Go because well, it’s convenient, and it’s really just good. I know if I want salad, it’s there.

But more so, I think I learned a thing or two about “social media” and “Web 2.0” today, you know? Somehow, through the power of the Internets, someone reached out to address my complaint without me even asking anybody to address it. That’s kinda cool in a “wow, I have readers” sort of way.

This pic comes to me courtesy of my eyes in the field, Economic Friction.

And you thought it was merely a tasty side dish.

A special thanks to my friend for all of the excellence in photography from the Hall of Fame induction ceremonies in Canton. The pics were very much enjoyed, sir, including the one of your hippie-hating refrigerator.

I swear, if I thought I even had a fighting chance of getting this animal, I’d go pick her up tomorrow. I want her that much. I think she’d be a fun playmate for Inky and Walter. They’d wear. Her. Out.

Dude, twitter or blog or something to remind people to listen to your replay on Tuesday mornings. Cause i forget, and I’m always holed up in Kanawha City watching WKRP and Newhart on Sunday nights now.